Captain's Log, stardate 1313.8: We begin our journey to where many men have gone before. Though it may seem at first perilous, with the twelve year olds doing nothing but talking about boobs, it seems there may be some hope, after all. The sounds of a thousand lonely teenagers in musky rooms breathing stale air clacking away at their keyboards rings through our heads. This is extremely annoying, and we are hopeful that it will stop.I love you.
I am one too. lets be friendsIf I am reading you correctly this friendship is just a cover. It will allow you to tie me up in your basement and have your way with me. I'll be over by 7.
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